| Turn a blunt into a roach in a hundred feet of snow
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| Turn a blunt into a roach in a hundred feet of snow
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| They testify that the dead can rise
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| Pests and flies get the pesticides
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| I’m pessimistic pestilent since
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| The lightning bugs went electrified
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| Tried to run like insects in light
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| A nest that’s tired unless it’s tied to the
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| Hive mentality my finale seems dire
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| Why are we fine with the agony?
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| (And I know) I’m not storm chasing with wrong sails
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| (And I know) I got short patience for tall-tales
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| Ah hell it never rains, it’s all hail
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| That’s heavy rain on everything no heaven reigns yet all hail
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| It’s a nuclear winter
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| (The roaches all around me, roaches all around)
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| It’s a nuclear winter
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| (The roaches all around me, roaches all around)
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| It’s a nuclear winter
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| (The roaches all around me, roaches all around)
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| It’s a nuclear winter
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| (The roaches all around me, roaches all around)
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| I see fantasies of my own demise
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| Ants and fleas in my lonely nights
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| Maggots in my haggard skin
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| Mantises in Cody’s eyes
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| In passages I co-designed
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| Abdomen, thorax and head
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| Stab 'em with a tack or pin
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| Then resurrect me like Lazarus
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| Watch the locusts sink in my heart
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| Cockroaches think that they’re gods
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| But the insects don’t impress
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| I dissect their midsect
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| I find death in the sterile things
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| Bury me in kerosene
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| Get soaked in blood like a Carrie scene
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| Now open up for those roaches
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| It’s a nuclear winter
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| (The roaches all around me, roaches all around)
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| It’s a nuclear winter
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| (The roaches all around me, roaches all around)
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| It’s a nuclear winter
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| (The roaches all around me, roaches all around)
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| It’s a nuclear winter
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| (The roaches all around me, roaches all around)
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| ??The world like you never know, until it approaches and now you begin to
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| understand. |
| There is something worse, there is something that hell itself is
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| going to be cast into. |
| There is that final judgement, those are hanged at the
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| cross, those hailed in the nails.?? |